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Tuesday, October 4, 2011

The Little Strawberry: Future Travel Plans.

After I saw these I ate all but one!

This guest post was written by my youngest daughter. I thought I should clarify that before any more readers think this is the best, cutest, sweetest article I have ever written. I think I'm going to chuck writing in...I go out of my way to relate all my tales of intrepid travelling, my derring-do with wild animals, surviving elephant rampages, and Mongolian food, to be told this is the best article yet. Sheeesh!
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Once upon a time, in a fruit bowl far, far away, there lived a Little Strawberry.

And she was the most beautiful Little Strawberry you ever did see, with a big, red, plump belly and bright, green hair. All the other Strawberries were happy and played together in the fruit bowl.

But this Little Strawberry was sad. She did not have a mother. She wanted a mother so bad. One day, the Little Strawberry decided she would find her mother.

The Little Strawberry looked around the fruit bowl, and she saw a long, yellow thing.

“Are you my mother?” The Little Strawberry asked.

“No, I’m a big Banana, I’m not a strawberry!” said the long, yellow thing.

The Little Strawberry sighed. She looked around the fruit bowl again and saw a round, orange thing.

“Are you my Mother?” she asked.

“No, I’m only an Orange ! I’m not a Strawberry!” said the round, orange thing.

The little Strawberry sighed again. She looked around the fruit bowl, and saw a bunch of purple things.

“Are you my Mother?” asked the Little Strawberry.

“No, we’re a gang of Grapes! We’re not Strawberries!” the bunch of purple things replied.

The Little Strawberry began to cry.

“Is there no one here that will be my Mother???” she yelled.

The fruit bowl was silent.

Then, suddenly, The Little Strawberry heard a voice from the back of the fruit bowl.

“I’m a kind Kiwifruit!” the voice said.

The Little Strawberry looked past the big banana, the only orange, and the gang of grapes, and there she saw a Kiwifruit. And it was the most beautiful Kiwifruit you ever did see. She had a big, fuzzy, brown body and bright, green hair – just what the the Little Strawberry thought a great mummy should look like!!!

“I’ll be your Mother!” said the kind Kiwifruit. “I love Little Strawberries. They're very special fruit, just like Kiwifruits!”

The Little Strawberry was so excited, she jumped up and down. The big banana, the only orange, and the gang of grapes all cheered.

“I have a Mother! I am the luckiest Little Strawberry in the fruit bowl!!!” sang the Little Strawberry.

And they lived happily ever after in a totally organic way.

The End.

A wee story written by one daughter for her elder sister, who is progressing through the child adoption process. Eldest daughter living in UK is known as Kiwi there by all her friends. I guess the child will be known as '' Little Strawberry." Cute Eh?

One Little Strawberry is probably going to have a profound effect on our future travel plans!

I smiled throughout! A chip off the old block I see. I had a strawberry patch in my garden growing up and this took me back there. Your daughter is a darling! Tell her to keep writing. I love her closing line, in an organic way! Lovely!

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A custom shoemaker, slowly wearing out his tools. No sign of slowing down for this not so young traveller, but sometimes I just have to take time out to repair my worn out soles. They've been around, and it's time to talk of where they've been. Join us in our journeys, we'll learn more about wildlife conservation and social issues around this world, and maybe delve beyond the conscious